Doomsday Sanctuary

The vast green forest.

A gray-white highway runs through it, like a ribbon floating.

The silent speed of a car among the green waves appears and disappears like a small boat.

There seems to be only this living thing in the whole world, lonely and lonely, like a lone knight, walking silently.

This is Di Ping and his party.

When they got on the highway, they could easily find a car that could be driven.

This is a silver commercial car. The car is in good condition. Although it hits the guardrail, the front of the car is not damaged and can drive normally.

There was no one in the car and no blood stains. The driver should have left by himself.

It was Yue Lie who drove, and Han Ming got into the co-driver and started to lead the way. No one had any opinion on the direction and road recognition skills that made him competent for this job.

Han Ming is not a talkative person. He looks calm and speechless all the way. He looks out of the car with half-obsessed eyes, as if he is going to fall asleep. He is inattentive, but if you look closely, you will find that the half-obsessed eyes sometimes burst into light. .

Holding the double-headed gold-winged war bow in his arms, one hand has been gently stroking the metal bow body, as if stroking the lover's hair, tender and tender.

But if you pay attention, you will find that his left hand is always in the guard position, in this position he can easily grab the bow with a single grip.

A killer's terrible habit, Di Ping saw all this from the side, a smile appeared on his face, and he closed his eyes for a while.

With such a sharp person, he can rest assured.

After the car drove for more than an hour, the mutant golden eagle that everyone had been worried about did not appear.

The crowd exhaled a long breath now, and it seemed that the mutant golden eagle was far away from here.

"City Lord, the car is running out of gas..."

Just as Di Ping was half asleep and half awake, Yue Lie, who had been in charge of driving, suddenly turned back.

"Oh! How far is there to run?"

Di Ping opened his eyes fiercely and asked.

"You can run up to fifty kilometers!"

Yue Lie looked back at the fuel gauge and said.

"How far is the service area ahead?"

Di Ping sat up straight, looked forward, and asked.

"There are thirty kilometers left!"

Yue Lie also stretched his head and looked in front of him, his expression awkward, he didn't pay attention to the street signs at all, and Han Ming who was sitting next to him suddenly spoke.

"Sure! That's enough, just go ahead and cheer..."

Di Ping let go and nodded.

"Oh!"

Yue Lie glanced at Han Ming who was sitting in the co-pilot, then smiled and nodded.

This is a small service area, and some vines have been climbed on the sign of the service area, which is more dilapidated and desolate.

In the parking lot, there were not a few cars parked, only three or five cars were parked randomly, but no one was seen, and the glass of several cars was also broken and scattered on the ground.

The square on the concrete floor was now cracked, and many weeds grew tenaciously from the cracks, one in the east and one in the west.

A gust of wind blew, and the weeds swayed with the wind, adding a bit of depression.

The car rustled over the weeds lightly, and then quietly stopped in front of the square steps.

As soon as the co-driver's door opened, Han Ming jumped out of the car first, clenched his bow tightly, his eyes sharply swept around.

A gust of wind blew by, and the glass door of the hall made a creak, resounding in the empty square, it was so harsh and abrupt.

Han Ming's eyes swept sharply, and the bow in his hand was also raised, and an arrow appeared in his hand instantly.

"Han Ming, don't be so nervous, it's not dangerous!"

As the door opened and closed, Di Ping and his party quickly jumped out of the car and said with a smile.

He had noticed just now that only a piece of broken glass was blown off by the wind.

Only then did Han Ming put away his arrows, and Di Ping began to look at the service area in just a few short days.

A place where the flow of people usually does not stop, and a bustling and lively place has become like a ghost town now.

Desolate, dilapidated, gloomy...

"Yue Lie, you and Han Ming go to see if there is oil in the oil depot!"

Di Ping swept his eyes around, not feeling any danger, stretched his waist and told Yue Lie.

"Good City Lord!"

Yue Lie nodded, and then moved to Han Ming, and the two of them walked to the gas station not far away.